Date: Thu, 19 Aug 1999 21:17:36 -0400
From: Jon Bennett
Subject: Nick and Jonathan pt 16
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Nick and Jonathan Part 16
Nick and the doctor went into the room and closed the door. Immediately all
6 security agents surrounded the door, like a pride of lions defending
their young. "What's going on Doc?"said Nick, sitting in the chair the
doctor pointed to. "Why can't I see him? What's wrong?" "I don't know how
to tell you this son" began the doctor, gently. "Its not good news, either
for Mr. Castleton... or you" Nick could feel his world start to crumble.
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Chapter One Nick again felt like he could not breathe. This doctor was
trying to tell him bad news.. about Jonathan....was he
dying.. crippled... paralyized? The room started to spin. All of the
pressures of the past four hours built up on him.. He could feel himself
start to fall to the floor. He felt the ground hit him on the chest. The
last things he knew were the chair clattering across the floor as he fell
out of it and the door come flying open and crash against the wall as Danny
and Chris responded to the unexpected noise...... then
blackness..............................
His nostrils felt as if they were on fire. Nick could feel motion but it
was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. His eyelids felt as if they
were made of lead. The familiar scent of jasmine mingled with the strange
burning sensation. His brain was telling him conflicting messages. Finally
Nick opened his eyes. The burning sensation was coming from the ammonia
smelling salts that were being held under his nose by someone. As he
started coughing from the smell, his blurry vision started to clear. As the
vision returned to normal, he saw that he wasn't in the hospital office
that he thought he should be in. He was lying on the couch in the foward
lounge on board Renaissance, the 747. He could tell that they were in the
air but not having a clue where they were headed or what time it was. He
had the sensation that the plane was hauling ass somewhere. He had flown
enough in the plane now to realize when it was leisurly flying and when
Captain Hendrickson wanted to be somewhere. Nick had the comprehension to
realize that it was dark outside the plane's windows. Finally as his
senses returned all the way and the dizziness finally left him, he realized
who was holding the smelling salts to his nose.
"Welcome back beautiful" said Jonathan.
"Oh my God" said Nick, his voice a whisper. "You're alive"
Nick came up off the couch and piled into Jonathan knocking both of them to
the floor. His arms couldn't wrap themselves tightly enough around
Jonathan. All of the pain, hurt and questions of the past 5 hours exploded
out of him in tears of joy at finding him alive and apparently not hurt.
Jonathan slowly tried to pry Nick off of him, a little akwardly, as his
left shoulder was bandaged, but not in a sling. Finally after a couple of
minutes of not being able to break loose, he started tickling Nick. This
produced enough of a reaction that he was able to get Nick off of
him. About this time Anthony walked into the lounge with dinner on a cart.
"You know, you paid a small fortune to have this plane decorated the way
you wanted, including a very nice bedroom." he started, a smirk on his face
he knew he could get away with."You might have the decency to carry on like
that on the bed. It would probably be more comfortable too."
"Hey, not my idea" said Jonathan lying on the floor, between gasps. While
not seriously injured from being shot at, doing anything one handed
required a little more effort. Especially trying to tear 165 pounds of
muscled teenager off of him.
Jonathan got up and pulled Nick up off the floor. Nick could only look at
him like he was seeing a ghost. Anthony generally ignored them both and
began laying out dinner for the two of them on the table in the front
lounge as if it was a normal day.
"Prime Rib, rare and very rare" said Anthony. "Baked potato, sour cream,
and butter on the side, Caesar Salad for two, extra garlic tableside, and
honey glazed baby carrots." Along with the food, he left two crystal
carafes, one with wine, one with water, and two crystal goblets.
"You-pointing at Jonathan-get the bottled water; you are on medication.
Nick gets the wine. I'll be back with dessert later." He lit the candles
on the table and turned down the lights. He silently walked back out of
the lounge.
"Come on" said Jonathan getting up and walking over to the table. "Let's
eat, I'll explain everything after we eat"
"How about we eat cold prime rib sandwiches and you tell me now" said
Nick. "Do you have any idea how scared shitless I've been the past few
hours?"
Jonathan walked over to Nick, kissing him softly. "I know babe, and I'm
sorry, but it had to be done this way. Come on. I need food and I suspect
you do too."
The two sat down and Nick realized that he was starving. He remembered that
he hadn't really eaten since lunch yesterday going to Denver. All he had
last night was beer, then Doritos today. As usual Anthony had cooked to
perfection. He began to wolf down the food.
Jonathan looked over and watched Nick eating. He felt bad about keeping
Nick in the dark over the past 24 hours and it might take a little
repairing of the relationship, but it had to be done this way. Grumbling to
himself he took up the task of trying to cut the meat gingerly. It was
obvious his left shoulder was not working properly. Nick seeing his
distress, got up and walked over and cut it for him.
"You want me to feed you too?" he asked playfully.
"Back in your chair kiddo" said Jonathan with a smile. "I'm hurt but can
still manage to eat without a feeding tube."
Chapter Two: After dinner and a sinfully rich double fudge chocolate torte,
to which Jonathan pronounced that Anthony was going to kill him with
calories, the two lover wandered around the plane holding hands not saying
anything but content in each others' company. Finally the ended up in the
lounge upstairs.
"OK man" said Nick sitting close enough to Jonathan that he could feel the
heat radiating off his body. "Time for answers."
Jonathan let out a big sigh, and a took a sip from the coffee cup he was
holding.
"First off, I'm sorry you weren't told more" said Jonathan. He grimced
briefly as a twinge went thru the muscles in his shoulder. The pain
medication was starting to wear off. "How much to you exactly know?"
"That you had been shot coming up out of the T in Boston and that the guy
who did it to you was shot and killed by Danny and that one of the agents
is dead also" said Nick. He shuddered at the thought of Jason taking
bullets meant for Jonathan. He moved closer into Jonathan, putting his arm
around him.
"Yeah, I got very lucky" said Jonathan. "The idiot was a really bad
shot. That first bullet that hit me actually caught the cell phone in my
pocket was deflected up and only nicked the top of my shoulder, but ripped
the skin open for like 6 inches. Thank God the fool was only using a .38
and not a Magnum load. I've got 27 stiches in my shoulder and chest. Jason
came down on me like a ton of bricks. I've got three bruised ribs from
hitting the pavement, but I guess that is better then he made out."
Jonathan could not help feeling saddened by the loss of Jason. Even though
they were part of his protection detail and were paid to do what they did,
they were still part of the "company", his family. Jonathan had already
made sure that Brandon had started to handle all of the necessary things
for the funeral and to see that Jason's wife was taken care of properly,
comfortably for the rest of her life. He couldn't bring back the man she
loved, but he could see that she was taken care of. His bank had already
been ordered to transfer the money that he held as "life insurance" on all
of his agents to her in an account that would be explained to her in a few
days.
"So, what's going on." asked Nick, taking Jonathan's hand and playing with
the ring he had given him. "Why all the secrecy if you weren't hurt that
badly?"
"Danny found out about an hour before I was shot who was behind all of this
shit. The attack in Switzerland, the threats-which you've known nothing
about-and utlimately the attack in Boston this morning." said Jonathan.
Jonathan could see the concern cross Nick's face when he heard the word
threats. "Please don't be too upset with me. I didn't want you to worry
about the threats I was getting. Danny wanted a blanket of security over
this whole thing. Chris wasn't even told I was not that badly hurt until he
saw me about an hour ago get on board the plane." said Jonathan. Smiling he
said "By the way, I don't reccomend being brought into the plane in a cargo
crate. I was in and out of the hospital within 45 minutes. They kept up the
pretense that I was in there the whole time."
Nick laughed at the thought of a man who owned a 250 million dollar plane
being put on board that way. It felt good to finally be able to laugh at
something.
"After you fainted in the doctor's office" said Jonathan. "Chris kicked the
door open and damn near shot the doctor at seeing you on the floor. He has
gotten very possessive of you. Danny stopped him and they picked you up
off the floor and brought you into the emergency room. As far as anyone
knows you are still there or somewhere in the hospital as I am. You went in
through the front and out through the back and from there to the loading
zone straight here. The original plan was for the doctor to tell you a
story about me being very badly wounded and stuff and take you into the
room in case anyone was around who could hear or had set up stuff to listen
in; but you passing out kinda screwed that up"
"I don't know what happened man" said Nick a little embarrassed. "I guess I
just stressed out"
As the two continued to talk, Brandon came upstairs and took a chair across
from Nick and Jonathan.
"Hi Nick" said Brandon. There were signs of fatigue and stress under his
eyes. "Sorry to keep you in the dark about all of this. I didn't know too
much either until Danny told me what was going on."
"I'm just glad he is all in one piece and alright" said Nick.
"Yeah me too" said Brandon, his eyes showing his emotion. "You know, we
gotta knock this shit off soon boss. I'm not cut out for this kind of
stress." Getting up he walked over and got a beer from the bar and returned
to the chair across the room.
Jonathan laughed as he saw Brandon smile. He knew he had made a lot of good
choices in hiring staff, but Brandon was one of his best.
"We are about 2 hours out of St Thomas." said Brandon. "Danny felt that was
the best place to lay low for a while. The suite there is pretty much self
contained. He wants to keep you two low profile for at least 24 hours. He
thinks he can have this all wrapped up by then"
"Thanks Brandon" said Jonthan getting up and shaking his hand. "After we
land, I don't want to see you for at least a week or ten days. Go surfing
or something." He pressed an envelope into his hand.
"What's this" asked Brandon.
"The keys to the condo at Mana Lani in Hawaii" said Jonathan sitting back
down. "I talked to Captain Hendrickson earlier. The Gulfstream will land
about about 2 hours behind us. It lifted off from Logan about 20 minutes
ago. The other crew will fly you out to Hawaii in the morning They are
going to stop off in Charleston long enough to pick up your girlfriend. Go
get laid in the surf."
"You got a lot of things you need to know about boss" started Brandon. "I
can't take time off now."
"You can, and you are" said Jonathan. "I'm not moving from St. Thomas for
at least two weeks, I may not be hurt badly but my shoulder is driving me
nuts right now. I've got attornys to handle the hotel shit, and they can
fly first class and bill me if they need me. I pay you $150,000 dollars a
year, and for that amount of money I expect someone who can think straight
and six moves ahead. Right now, you are burnt toast and we both know it.
After breakfast tomorrow I don't expect to see you until we get back to
Hilton Head" Brandon could only agree with him silently. He nodded his
thanks and left.
Chapter Three:
After Brandon had gone back downstairs to the office to do some work,
Jonathan moved over to the bar and turned down the lights in the upper
lounge. Moonlight came in thru the windows of the 747's upper cabin.
Jonathan turned around and pulled Nick up to him. Softly he kissed
him. "I'm sorry babe, about all of this. You mean more to me then anyone
else on this planet. I wonder if I was selfish though in asking you to be
part of my life. You never bargained for any of this. This has been going
on for about a year. You really don't deserve this shit and I don't really
have the right to force it on you."
"How can you be sorry man" asked Nick, pushing his head against
Jonthan's. "This is my life now, you are my life. Without you I'd still be
dealing with my father, getting beaten once in a while by that asshole,
college crap and woman wanting to rape me for my body. Kinda boring
compared to flying in a private jet and being shot at. Besides I'd still be
a virgin." That brought a smile to Jonathan's face.
"Yeah, but I've hurt you" started Jonathan, only to be stopped by Nick
kissing him.
"I'll get over it, knowing you are OK" said Nick. "Come on. I don't know
about you , but I need some rest."
Hmm knowing you, there is something else on your mind" said Jonathan.
"Who me?" asked Nick as they walked downstairs towards the front of the
aircraft and the bedroom. "I'm not the horndog in this relationship. I'm
sweet innocent and virginal remember? Besides, this time zone hopping is
driving me nuts. I don't even know what time it is and my body is
screaming. I need to start working out again."
"You are sweet" started Jonathan as they entered the bedroom and closed the
door. He kissed Nick first softly then with growing passion. "Innocent is
up for grabs" he continued as Nick playfully stroked Jonathan's hardening
cock thru his jeans. "As far as virginal goes, we took care of that in
St. Thomas last time".
Nick opened Jonathan's jeans and pulled them down his legs along with his
boxers. Jonathan's cock stood at full attention waiting. Nick slipped down
to his knees, taking Jonathan into his mouth. Using just his tounge he
moved it all around the hardened shaft. Working the tip of his tounge into
the cum slit produced moans of pleasure from Jonathan. Finally after ten
minutes of driving Jonathan nearly insane with the sensations, and before
Jonathan could cum, Nick stood and kissed him; allowing the taste of his
own precum to cover his tounge. With Jonathan watching him, Nick slowly
and seductively took off his shirt and jeans, kicking them off with his
sneakers and boxers. He lay down on the bed with his legs spread.
"Come here and remind me how it was done" said Nick stroking his own cock.
Jonathan lay down on top of Nick kissing him. As the flight continued on
winging in the night towards St. Thomas , the two were united as
one. Passion a fire more searing then molten steel bonding them
together. When they were spent and finished, Jonathan pulled the blankets
over their bodies and the two fell asleep interlocked together as one.
Chapter Four: Chimes sounded in the bedroom. Jonathan opened one eye and
swatted at the speaker switch on the telephone.
"We're landing in like 5 minutes Boss" said Captain Hendrickson. "Thought
you would want to know"
"Yeah thanks" said Jonathan.
As he rolled back over he was aware of the pain coming from his
shoulder. He looked over and saw Nick awake and looking at the stitches.
"Wow, that looks really nasty" said Nick, taking his finger and gently
tracing a line below the stitches.
"Then you don't want to know what it feels like" said Jonathan getting out
of bed. His shoulder was intensely stiff. Swearing under his breath, he
could feel the stitches pull against the skin. He silently hoped that Danny
was right about this being over in 24 hours. Pain was not something he
cared to deal with. Death had followed him a number of times from his
parents untimely death to friends dying. He didn't plan on being next or
Nick being exposed to it.
After wrapping the shoulder up in a plastic wrap, he stepped into the
shower. Washing the sweat and dried cum from his body with a small degree
of difficulty, he turned off the water and got out of the shower. Waiting
for him was Nick with a large towel in his hands.
"Danny stopped by while you were in the shower."said Nick as he was gently
toweling off Jonathan. "We're on the ground and the limo is waiting
outside. Karen and Anthony have already gone on to the resort."
"Ok, gimme a minute to change and we'll get out of here" said Jonathan.
Nick stopped him as he went by to give him a kiss. "You welcomed me back
when I passed out. Now its my turn."
Nick kissed Jonathan deeply, holding on to him tightly. "Promise me you
won't keep anything from me again"
Jonathan forced his tounge deep into Nick's mouth. "I'll never hide
anything again"
Nick reached down and stroked Jonathan's hardening cock. "Be a little hard
to hide this"
They both laughed and walked off to the bedroom. Jonathan changed and after
a brief lecture from Danny, they left the plane surrounded by security
agents for the ride to the resort.
to be continued...?????